(dedicated to Mr. Eddie Roa, a great poet at poemhunter)
come out of shadows of blackened dreams
my soul soars like a Spring valley's glow
for they are most wise in all centuries
in pride and pleasure of the youth
I thank to beloved God for giving us
our life shall be happy as full moon
only the perfume of the red orchids
surround us with new-strong hopes
on behalf of our friend's devotion
is lost in the light of their rays?
no, never surrender your love
we know how to survive
Ahmad Shiddiqi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-diary-seven-la-isla-bamba/
